jazz
Seit ein paar Jahren ist man angeblich super böse, wenn man den US-amerikanischen Süden liebt.
Ich kann ja nichts dafür, dass die anderen keinen Blues, Country, Gospel, Bluegrass, Jazz und Rock’n’Roll erfunden haben. Eine Neiddebatte, wenn ihr mich fragt. Geld hat nun mal keine Seele. Apropos Seele .. Soulmusik kommt ja aus Memphis.
Those were different times.
Thanks to Reverend Onan Canobite for sharing his wisdom with us. I’m going to try them out today – it is spring, after all. You’ll have to decide for yourselves what role Louis Armstrong played and whether he can still uphold his role as the Uncle Tom of music history.
It’s those weird, unmusical times again.
These eternally repetitive songs. I understand it if you’ve just eaten some Mexican mushrooms and don’t want to get out of the mood. But just to listen to? No harmony, no arcs of suspense. The whole story is not told. Each to their own… it’s not mine.
Die wirklich beeindruckenden und revolutionären Sachen einstehen nur durch die Falschen und die Outlaws.
Und Herr Reinhardt war ganz sicher in Misfit – Misfit Widerwillen. Bis heute unerreicht. Orient und Okzident in einem Lied. Bitte schön!
Soul is just country music in disguise.
‘Till The Cows Come Home’ is a very explicit song that was popularized by Lucille Bogan and her whorehouse jazz. It has been covered hundreds of times since then. Rarely by men :)) but here is a nice (and very popular) version by Clyde Mcphatter. Let’s hope the cows don’t come back any time soon.